2 Damnation and Awakening

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Day of Diagnosis

Dr. Tsubasa's Office For Quirk Diagnosis, Musutafu

A young teenager dropped to his knees, his mother failing to catch him as he hit the cold tile floor.

It was funny how a couple of sentences could change someone's entire mindset for the rest of their life. Though, it depended on how long they lived.

"Doctor, are you sure?" His mother's voice was soft and worried, noticing how his son could hardly process the news. "Could you have accidentally misread the diagnosis? Misinterpreted the symptoms?"

"No," the doctor adjusted his half-moon glasses, his thick brows furrowed in anger at her accusation, though his eyes still held concern for the kneeling boy in front of him. "I make no mistakes. Unfortunately for your son."

"You just told him he has two years left to live, sir," mother emphasized, pointing at his son's kneeling form. "Could you at least double-check?" The doctor saw her glossy eyes, his expression softened ever so slightly.

"Are you questioning me?" The man asked, standing up from his desk and pressing the files into her chest. "Did you not come to me for a professional examination?"

He was far shorter than her, but he radiated frustration and pity. His white lab coat was impeccably clean--he was definitely not any lame doctor, and the statistics weren't lying this time. His stormy blue eyes were unreadable as the woman in front of him hastily folded the papers and stuffed them into her leather purse.

"Just to be completely sure, the poor young man came here ten years ago to have his quirk checked. Is that, correct?" The doctor in question was a quirk doctor, but he was a professional in all kinds of departments, including urology, so he naturally knew about the boy's problem.

"You are right..." The teenager on the ground answered numbly, pushing himself off of the floor, tasting the salt of his own tears as he stifled a sob. "Mom, we should go. There is nothing we can do..."

"Aaron..." She said, her thin arm reaching out for his. Some part of him thought he should accept the gesture of affection and love, but his mind could hardly process what was happening right now. What was only a small pain a few weeks ago, evolved into something so large that he couldn't even process it.

"To be quirkless and to develop such a bizarre and painful disease this early into his puberty...Hais...how much does one kid have to suffer..." The doctor shook his head and sat back down on his chair.

"...I'll be in the car," Aaron waved them off, swallowing hard as he jogged out of the office, nearly knocking over a nurse. She cried something out to him, perhaps an insult or an apology, but he couldn't really hear her properly. All he could hear were Dr. Tsubasa's words on loop, like a broken record.

"Your son has a debilitating disease in his male organ. I've never seen such a thing before, and I believe it won't end well for him. I am giving him two years at max. The only choice for him to live...is to get rid of the whole organ. Amputate it."

Aaron rounded the corner and skidded to a stop at the glass automatic doors, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling some out in his frustration. Leaning up against the wall, his eyes caught onto a poster going into excessive detail on how to wash your hands.

He clenched his wrist, sliding down the wall into a sitting position and wiping tears from his eyes. His hair was in his face now, and he quietly blew it out of the way as he listened to the sound of rain on the tin roof of the doctor's office. It was so relaxing, it almost distracted him from what had just happened.

But not quite.

"...Cut it off? There is no way..."

He only had two years left to live. It was like a nightmare.

Suddenly, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, waking him up from the terrible dream. It was his mother.

He looked up at his mother, whose kind, pretty face was tainted with worry. He hated seeing her like that, but he wasn't sure what he could do to change it. Usually, he would've told a joke or something, but right now, it was seriously out of place.

"...We'll find a treatment...somehow, I promise," His mother dropped to her knees, flowery yellow skirt rippling around her as she pulled him into a tight and fierce embrace. "I promise."

They both knew the chances of that were slim and basically close to none, but he hugged her back in earnest if only to make her feel better. She didn't deserve this, not after all the shit she went through raising his quirkless self without a husband.

"Mom, can I stay at home instead of going to school? At least...for today?"

"Sure. It's okay, honey," She hugged him tighter, slowly pulling him up on his feet. "We'll figure it out. You know we always do."

Aaron nodded and didn't reply back. He wanted to believe her, but he couldn't even find hope in himself. There was simply no recovery.

This moment was the beginning of his suffering and a painful decision.

***

One year had passed.

Heroes.

The popular trend since early years has expanded all around the world.

The reason they could make a difference in this world, was because they had so-called quirks. Which were basically special powers inherited by their parents, or awakened at the age of four.

People truly weren't born equal in this day and age.

These special abilities, or rather, quirks were showing up more and more frequently.

The cause of the appearance of quirks, however, was unknown, other than that it started 200 years ago, and it all started with a luminescent child born somewhere in China.

At first, chaos spread throughout the world, and many used their quirks for evil.

Robberies, murders, personal grudges. As long as you were strong enough, no one could do anything to you. With that, a few brave people stood up against the system and brought it down, while defeating the strongest villain and restoring world peace.

Later on, people still used their quirks for bad things. In the end, the government allowed a new occupation in the world, they called it... A hero.

Heroes would essentially use their quirks to stop villains like in old tv shows. They created hero rankings based on strength and popularity. The stronger the hero, the more you are recognized, and the more profit you gain from your services.

Some quirks were normal. They were generally used for daily use. For your work or household.

Other quirks were stronger, and once you were born with a strong one, your life would be easy smooth sailing.

People with those kinds of quirks, end up in the academies for heroes.

While over 80% of the human population has quirks. Others weren't born that fortunate.

The quirkless people are being discriminated against. Being quirkless is like you were born with a defect. It's the same problem as being discriminated against because of race or the color of your skin. It all boils down to changing the stereotype and good upbringing, which was very poor lately.

Aaron was quirkless, meaning his body could not hold that kind of power.

Even so, he envied the heroes. He envied them with all he had.

Doing what they want? With those abilities...Why doesn't he have that kind of luxury? Why must he be a quirkless trash with penile cancer? He looked down at his little brother in the shower and contemplated.

There weren't any visible problems with it, but closer inspection at the doctor's place told differently. He did not want to lose his little champ, but his mom insisted on saving him. Well...At least, she was supportive of him in the beginning.

"We can do it! We will definitely find a cure!"

She tried and tried, yet no one and nothing helped.

"..Just, give mommy more time, okay?"

Looking at her, full of worries, and helplessness, Aaron silently shook his head. He knew it from the start, that the cure was impossible to exist.

"...Honey, maybe you should just...think about what the doctor said...I know it's a terrible thing, I know...but I want my child to live...do you understand, sweetie?" She cried as she held him in her embrace.

There was not much time left. Only about a year or less. However, the repetitive pain he felt from his little brother was getting worse and worse and was enough to bring him to his knees. Even during the night, he would sometimes wake up, feeling a seething pain.

"...Tch! It's happening again..." He clenched his teeth in pain and slipped on the water puddle in his bathtub, almost hitting his head against the tile wall.

"..."

"That was dangerous...I could have...died..."

A strange thought reignited inside of his mind. He had enough of pain. He would rather die than to suffer any more or lose his little friend. He had that thought for a while, yet he couldn't find an easy and painless way to do so.

The easiest way would be pills. Taking pills is risky, it might work, it might not, but it's not like anything matters at this point though, right?

Pill suicide works just as much as it doesn't. The upside is that it's not a gory death. It will be painful, but mostly just puking and possibly shitting all over yourself. And your chances of survival are much greater than any other suicide.

He grasped the bag of pills in his hands. He had trouble sleeping due to the pain, so he used them regularly to fall asleep quickly and peacefully.

'Mom is still at work, I have about seven hours before she comes...Do I do it or not.'

He threw the bag against the wall, picked up his jacket, and went outside.

He really needed to take a breather.

Walking around the empty streets, he noticed a group of students on a playground bullying another student, who was kneeling on the ground, trying to protect himself.

"Do you think you are better than me!? Say something, Deku! I will blast your ass off!" A blonde-haired teen with a spiky hairstyle grabbed a student of smaller stature by his collar and put his hand on top of the boys, releasing small sparks that were most likely the results of his quirk.

"N-No, K-Kacchan, I-I didn't mean it like that..." The boy who was being held up by his collar stuttered.

"Shut it, you quirkless trash!"

Aaron glanced their way but ignored it. It didn't concern him at all. He was also quirkless, but that didn't mean he would meddle in someone's business.

He turned around and walked back to his home, thinking whether he was the same kind of loser this beaten-up kid was. He didn't have friends due to being quirkless, although no one really resorted to physical bullying like this, out in the open.

"I guess I was lucky for once...eh?" He let out a feeble smirk and once again, glanced at the fallen pack of pills, laying on the ground.

He sighed and resolved himself. He grabbed a paper and a pen from his school bag and decided to left a note. Leaving a note as a final goodbye was how it went, right?

He brew himself a tea and waited ten minutes. One by one, he started taking out pills from the packet and found out they weren't enough, so he opened up another one and placed all thirty tablets on top of the table.

He read that taking at least thirty at once was definitely going to be lethal to him. "Be a man, you've already decided to cross the line..." He thought about his mom for the one last time, swallowed the sleeping pills, and drank the whole tea.

"Now I've done it. From then on, this should be smooth sailing. Merely closing my eyes, and falling asleep." That was what he thought.

He laid on top of his bed and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep.

Not even thirty minutes later, Aaron shot up from his bed, feeling intense abdominal pain. He felt a feeling of unpleasant dread, however, dying was never easy, to begin with.

"Gwah!"

The cramps got worse and worse, as if something inside of him, was raring to escape his body.

"Gu...it...hurts..."

A wave of pain assaulted Aaron's mind.

'Sh-Shit...They lied about the pills...they lied about the pills...'

Feeling the hard texture of the ground against his face, he realized he had fallen face down to the ground.

He coughed and threw up blood and vomit he felt rising in his throat, the last defensive mechanism of the human body to save itself by vomiting the dangerous substance he swallowed.

Pills by themselves were dangerous. Not many people realized this. It's definitely not, merely falling asleep. An overdose can and will kill you because it leads to liver damage and shuts down your internal organs. It's painful, unlike anything you can imagine.

He held the mixture of his vomit and blood in his hands, realizing the terrible mistake he has done. The unpleasant feeling of smelling his own blood and inner substances made him only want to puke more and more.

Soon enough, his consciousness faded, leaving behind a body that refused to follow his soul, and not long after, Aaron has released his final breath.

Everything was quiet, and the only thing you could hear were birds, singing on the window sill.

His body laid there for two hours until a green light enveloped it as if it was hugging it. The green light entered his body through his throat and fully healed it to its peak condition.

Not long after, the boy's eyes shot up wide open and he looked around in confusion.

"Where...am I?" A rough voice asked, his vocal cords were still sensitive after the enormous backlash of stomach acid exiting his throat.

The boy accidentally put his hand into something squishy and frowned out of disgust. "Ugh, what the fuck!? Did I just put my hand in a puke!?"

The body of the boy was fine, the soul, however, had already escaped his body, never to return. In its stead, was a new soul, that was mixed in the soul traffic and accidentally entered this realm.

"Where the heck am I?"

And so begins, the story of the harem king.